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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.