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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.