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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.