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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Television,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.