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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Sound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.