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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.