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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.