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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.