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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.