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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Urselle,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Names,
New Order,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.