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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.