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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.