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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
The Remains,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.