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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.