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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.