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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.