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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.