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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls 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 punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Neu!,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.