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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.