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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.