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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.