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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.