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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.