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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.