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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.