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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.