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 Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.