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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
The Move,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.