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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.