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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.