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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.