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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.