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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.