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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.