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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.