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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 June Days to the dance 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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.