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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.