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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.