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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
DNA,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.