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 Sri Lanka 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.