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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.