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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.