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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.