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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Wire,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.