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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.