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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.