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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.