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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks 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?
Monolake,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.