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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.