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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.