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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.