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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.