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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.