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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.