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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Pole,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.