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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.