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 India and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.