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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.