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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Finger 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.