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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.