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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
June Days,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.