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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.