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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.