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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.