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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.