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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.