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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.