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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.