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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Slits,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.