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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
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.