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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Oneida,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.