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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Japan,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.