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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.