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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.