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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.