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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.