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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Television,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.