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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Ronan,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.