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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.