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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.