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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.