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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.