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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.