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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.