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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.