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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.