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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Organ,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Index,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.