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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.