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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Index,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.