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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
CMW,
Erasure,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.