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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.