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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.