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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Crime to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.