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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.