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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.