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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.