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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Television,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.