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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Names,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Crime,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.