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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.