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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.