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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.