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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.