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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.