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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.