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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.