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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.