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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
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Television,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.