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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.