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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.