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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.