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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.