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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.