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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.