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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.