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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.