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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.