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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Wire,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.