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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.