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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
DNA,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.