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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
ABC,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.