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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.