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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.