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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.