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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.