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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.