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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.