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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.