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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.