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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.