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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.