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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
CMW,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.