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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.