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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.