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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.