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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.