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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.