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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.