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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.