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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.