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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.