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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.