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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.