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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.