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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.