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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.