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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.