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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.