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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.