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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Television,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.