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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.