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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.