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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.