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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Swans,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.