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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.