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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.