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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.