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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.