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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.