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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.