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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.