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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.