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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.