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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.