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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Television,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.