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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Ossler,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.