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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Can,
Babytalk,
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.