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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.