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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Franke,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.