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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.