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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.