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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.