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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.