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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.