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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.