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 Niger 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.