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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.