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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.