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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.