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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.