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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.