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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.