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 Congo and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.