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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.