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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.