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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.