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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.