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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.