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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.