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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.