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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.