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 China and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.