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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Quantec,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.