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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.