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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.