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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.