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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.