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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Section 25,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.