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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 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 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.