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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.