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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Crime,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.