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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.