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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.