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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.