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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.