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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.