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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.