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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.