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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.