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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Nico,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.