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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.