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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.