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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.