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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.