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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.