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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.