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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
cv313,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.