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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.