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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.