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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.