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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.