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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Nas,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
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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.
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.