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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Organ,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.