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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.