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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.