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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.