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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.