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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.