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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Index,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Lyres,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.