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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.