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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.