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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.