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 India and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Smog,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.