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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.