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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.