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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.