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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.