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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.