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 France 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.