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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Can,
Shoche,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.