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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.