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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.