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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.