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 Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.