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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
UT,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.