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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
ABC,
June Days,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.