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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.