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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.