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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.