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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.