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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.