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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.