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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
X-102,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.