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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.