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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.