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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.