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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.