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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.