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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Television,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.