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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.