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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.