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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.