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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
UT,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.