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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
The Move,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.