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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.