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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.