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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.