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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.