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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.