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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.