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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Ituana,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.