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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.