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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.