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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.