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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
MC5,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.