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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.