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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.