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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.