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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.