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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
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.