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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.