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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.