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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.