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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.