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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.