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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.