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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.