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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Ossler,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.