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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.