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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.