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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.