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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.