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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.