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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.