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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.