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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.