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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.