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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.