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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.