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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.