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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Inner City,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.