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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
The Slits,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.