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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Scion,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.