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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s 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 Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.