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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.