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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.