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 Mali and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.