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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.