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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.