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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.