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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 Accra and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.