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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.