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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.