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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Loose Ends 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.