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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.