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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.