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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.