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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.