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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.