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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
MDC,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.