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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.