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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.