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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
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Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.