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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.