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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.