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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Darondo,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.