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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.