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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.