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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.