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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.