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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.