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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Whodini 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.