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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.