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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.