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 Sudan and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.