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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.