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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.