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 Edmonton.
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 Salvador and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Pagans,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, 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.