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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.