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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Smog,
Wings,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.