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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.