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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.