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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 snare 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.