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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.