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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.