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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.