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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.