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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.