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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.