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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.