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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.