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 Benin and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Brick,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.