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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.