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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.