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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.