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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.