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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Mars,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.