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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.