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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.