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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Organ,
Oblivians,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.