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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.