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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.