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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.