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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
June Days,
Little Man,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.