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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.