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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.