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 Bahrain 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.