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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
PIL,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.