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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.