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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Television,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.