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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.