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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.