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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.