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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Scientists,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.