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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.