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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.