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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.