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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Doors,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.