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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Cymande,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.