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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
AZ,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.