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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.