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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.