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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
AZ,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.