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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.