Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.