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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.