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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.