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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.