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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.