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 Monaco and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.