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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.