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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.