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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.