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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.