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 Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
MDC,
AZ,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.