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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.