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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.