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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.