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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.