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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.