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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Wings,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.