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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.