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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.