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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Flipper,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.