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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.