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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.