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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.