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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.