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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.