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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.