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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Japan,
ABC,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.