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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.