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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.