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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.