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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.