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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Move,
Excepter,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.