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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
UT,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
JFA,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.