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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.