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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.