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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.