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 Fiji 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.