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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.