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 Benin 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.