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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.