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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
10cc,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Saints,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.