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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.