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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.