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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.