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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.