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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.