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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.