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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.