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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.