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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.