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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
UT,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.