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 Italy and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.