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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Little Man,
10cc,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.