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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Can,
Skaos,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.