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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.