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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Names to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.