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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.