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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.