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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.