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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.