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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.