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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.