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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.