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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.