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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.