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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.