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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.