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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.