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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.