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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.