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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.