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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.