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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.