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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.