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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.