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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.