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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.