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 Oman and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.