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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.