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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Index,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.