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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.