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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.