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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.