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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nico,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.