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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.