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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Chrome 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Technova,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.