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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
ABC,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.