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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.