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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.