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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.