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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.