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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.