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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.