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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.