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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.