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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.