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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 güiro 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.