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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.