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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.