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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Fear,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.