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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.