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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.