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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.