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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.