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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.