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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.