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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.