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 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.