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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.