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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.