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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.