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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.