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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
ABBA,
PIL,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.