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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.