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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.