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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.