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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.