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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.