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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.