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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.