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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.