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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.