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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.