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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.