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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.