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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 Houston and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.