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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.