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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.