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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.